Keeping things in perspective

I found out today that a woman who works on my floor had her baby pass away this last week. She works during the day and works more of an 8-5 job, so I don't know her. In fact, not until I asked someone did I even find out what had happened. Her baby was born prematurely and lived at the hospital until this past week.

I complain about Richard not being potty trained, temper tantrums, interrupted sleep, sibling spats, etc. Then, I hear about things like this and remember to count my blessings.

I have to wonderful, loving, healthy children. They bring me great joy. I can't imagine what it would be like to have the entirety of your child's life to be in the NICU. I can't imagine not being able to cuddle with your child in the wee hours of the morning and just gaze at their little face. I can't imagine only seeing your child connected to tubes, wires, monitors, etc. with all the beeping and the bustling that accompanies an ICU. I can't imagine burying my baby. I can't imagine the grief she must be experiencing. My heart breaks for her. 

So, tonight, I express thanks for my children, their health, my health, Scott's health, and the great blessings we enjoy. Really, what do I have to complain about?